Much Ado About Something?

3e2dcff6-7531-4415-b4fa-71abe5f5c444.pngSo I heard for the first time today that putting your fingers in the “okay” sign is not okay. I did not know that. But some people are claiming that the “okay” sign is actual a “white power” sign.F047071F-06F6-46C6-A1FD-E8F3DBEA3CB4I learned this when I was watching the Senate’s hearing on Trump’s nominee for the Supreme Court vacancy, Brett Kavanaugh.

There was a woman, Zina Bash, sitting behind Kavanaugh. Bash is a Washington, D.C. attorney who has worked as a Kavanaugh law clerk and prepped him for the hearings. She seen making what appears to be an “okay” sign gesture.

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Oh come now. Plenty of people make the “okay” sign. I have and I’m certainly not a white supremacist.

But I did watch a video replay and it appears that Ms. Bash picked up her phone, saw what may have been a text message, and then very deliberately placed her right hand across her left arm, visible to the TV cameras, with her forefinger and thumb connected to make a circle with the other three fingers fully extended. She held the hand gesture for at least 44 seconds.

If that gesture is what some claim to be known around the world as a gesture of white supremacy — something I was blissfully unaware of — she certainly seemed to be doing it intentionally. I don’t know what what message Zina Bash was trying to send, but to my eye, it was definitely deliberate.

You learn something new every day, they say. But there are some things I’d really rather not learn.

Second Thought

3A26712D-DC37-410F-898F-8DF737009622I started writing an entirely different post earlier today. It began this way:

The United States is a tapestry of religious beliefs among its 325 million or so inhabitants. But atheists are still considered to be an anathema to many, if not most, Americans.

But then I got hung up watching the Kavanaugh hearing on TV and had some second thoughts, so I decided to shelve my somewhat circuitous rant about religion, at least for the time being.

Things are already controversial enough right now and there’s no way that our highly partisan senators will be able to reach a consensus when it comes to Trump’s latest Supreme Court nominee. What else is new, right?

So I’m sorry, but I just don’t have the energy to watch those self-serving politicians wrangle over whether or not Brett Kavanaugh would make a good Supreme Court Justice. (He would not.)

Maybe when my blood pressure has settled down and I’m ready to temp fate and stir things up, I’ll finish up my rant about the American religious tapestry.

Written for today’s Word of the Day Challenge, the Ragtag Daily Prompt, Your Daily Word Prompt, Fandango’s One-Word Challenge, Daily Addictions, and Scotts Daily Prompt. 

FFfAW — The Morning Mist

img_2396Early that fall morning, the family piled into the minivan to embark on a brief vacation. As they drove out into the countryside, Jeremy was looking out of the car’s window and was fascinated by the low hanging mist. He asked his father about it.

“This is common when the weather shifts from warm summer sunrises to crisp, cooler autumn mornings,” John said. “It’s often called evaporation fog.”

“What makes it happen?” his daughter asked.

“Well, Jessica,” John began, “the air over the land cools down at night. But once the sun starts to rise, a thin layer of air is warmed. The morning dew evaporates into this thin, warm, moist layer of air and mixes with the cooler air from the land and condensation occurs, which forms a layer of fog. It looks like steam rising above the land.”

Turning to his mother, who handles the kids’ homeschooling, Jeremy asked, “Is that right, Momma?”

“Kids,” Joanna said, “This is my vacation, too. We’ll study all about morning mists when we get back home.”

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Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers from Priceless Joy. Photo credit: Jodi McKinney.

Twittering Tales — The Plaque

384865FE-7BF4-4AB5-B3F4-ABBC98661FD8“I got you a plaque, Dad, to celebrate posting your 100th One-Word Challenge post four days from now.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you, son. May I see it?”

“Sure, follow me, but bring a screwdriver.”

Strange, but I followed my son outside.

“There it is, Dad, on that brick wall.”

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Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales prompt. Photo credit: Lauris at

(Sorry if my response to this prompt seems a little self-serving.)

3TC — The Sounds of Music

5F9616AC-5CB4-427A-918A-0E520C4873F2The three men, representing three generations — a grandfather, a father, and a son — were sitting at a table in the Half Note Jazz Club waiting for the night’s first performers to take the stage. They were discussing their musical preferences and some of their favorite artists.

“My favorite band from back in the day was Junior Walker and the All Stars,” Mack, the eldest, said. “They were a really big Motown group in the sixties.”

“My personal favorite group from the eighties was the Electric Light Orchestra, or ELO,” said Mack’s son Jack. “ELO’s sound was a marvelous fusion of pop, rock, and classical. They were great.”

“What about you, son?” Mack asked his grandson, Liam.

“Well, Gramps,” Liam said, “You and Dad may find this surprising, but my favorite musical group spans multiple generations. I’m all about the Beatles.”

Mack and Jack smiled. “That was a politically astute answer,” Liam’s father said.

“So son,” his grandfather said, “when are you going to run for office?”

Written for yesterday’s Three Things Challenge from Teresa, wher the three things are orchestra, half note, and All Star.